pinball rings me up

Pinball rings continually, waiting for
The win that happens spontaneously.
Like the time in the middle of
The night, a bus
Stop cafeteria and won 56 games.
But the bus had to leave.

All the armor hooks get understood in a flourish, finally, the bell cascades,
The musical conclusion.
Like running a pool game.
Like the sudden alignment.
All the connections
Brighten, appear from nowhere,

Honesty begins the game.
The ball now is free.
Ringing
Whole, clear, understood,
All the balls in play.